My babes

Sprawling green lawns,
submerged in sugary dew,
makes for a surreptitious escapade,
In the morning hues.
Basking in the sun as it emerges from the blues,
I catch the split splat of my daughters shoes,
Splashing the mud as she rushes by,
I see the sun light in her eyes.
My heart is pounding at this mere sight,
And I begin my writing in sheer surprise,
I am videographing this time and day,
Screening for every laugh and play,
"Animals" she screams in her powerful voice,
And I just smile giddy inside my mind.
Watching her wild and free flight,
I can only pray for some respite,
Today a little girl in my life,
And tomorrow a rambunctious woman in sight.
I capture that image in my lens,
And set her free from all sentience.

Captured Moments

Sprawling green lawns,
Drenched in sugary dew,
A secret escape in the morning’s hue.
Basking in the sun as it rises from the blue,
I catch the split-splat of my daughter's shoes,
Splashing mud as she rushes by,
I see the sunlight dancing in her eyes.

My heart pounds at this simple sight,
And I begin my writing, caught by surprise.
I’m filming this moment, this time, this day,
Capturing every laugh and every play.
"Animals!" she screams in her powerful voice,
And inside, I smile, filled with quiet joy.

Watching her wild and free in flight,
I can only pray for some respite.
Today, a little girl, full of life,
Tomorrow, a woman, bold and bright.
I capture that image, frozen in my lens,
And set her free, beyond all sense.

Capturing a Moment

Sprawling green lawns,
Drenched in morning dew,
Set the stage for a secret escape,
In the soft hues of the dawn.

Basking in the sun as it rises from the blues,
I catch the split splat of my daughter’s shoes,
Splashing through the mud as she rushes by,
The sunlight sparkling in her eyes.

My heart pounds at the sight of her,
And I begin to write in quiet surprise,
Videographing this time, this day,
Screening every laugh, every playful sway.

"Animals!" she screams in her powerful voice,
And I can’t help but smile, giddy inside.
Watching her wild, free spirit take flight,
I pray for just a moment’s respite.

Today, she’s a little girl in my life,
But tomorrow, she’ll be a rambunctious woman in sight.
I capture that image through my lens,
And let her go, setting her free from all sense.

Writers block

Haven’t rhymed a rhyme in years,
Yet it seems it’s been by design,
All these years creeping by without sign,
Just when it seemed like an end in sight,
My babes triggered a dynamite,
It’s the poetry month.. they yelped in might,
And here I felt ignited.
A passion for words that was all mine,
Alas lost but not forgotten,
I need to reinvigorate those fleeing thoughts,
And connect my soul with my mind,
I will regain my voice again,
And find my deliverance in my poetry once again.

Here’s a cleaned-up version of your poem, with attention to rhythm and clarity while keeping the original sentiments intact:

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**Reigniting the Flame**

I haven’t rhymed a verse in years,  

Yet somehow, it seems by design,  

All these years creeping by, without a sign.  

Just when it seemed an end was near,  

My babes sparked the fuse—loud and clear,  

"It's poetry month!" they cheered with might,  

And suddenly, I felt ignited.  

A passion for words that was once mine,  

Lost, but never forgotten in time.  

I must revive those fleeting thoughts,  

And reconnect my soul with my mind.  

I will regain my voice, once more,  

And find my deliverance in poetry's core.  

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This version improves the flow and maintains the themes of rediscovering a lost passion and reclaiming creative expression. What do you think of this revision?